It doesn't matter

“Tiff,” Sarah called, holding up the slip of paper with her sister’s name on it. “Go get a facial from John.”

“Alright,” Tiff said, and stopped fingering herself as she stepped over toward Nicole and I, getting down on her knees next to us.

I didn’t want to leave Nicole’s amazingly tight pussy. I wanted to just keep fucking her, to plough her over and over, and then- Damn, I wanted to fucking finish in Nicole. I wanted to come inside her, bareback, and feel myself just empty my load inside of her and mark her as mine.

“Come on, big boy,” Tiff said, rubbing your side. “Come on, right on my face. Right on my fucking face.”

“John,” Nicole gasped, still riding the shocks over her orgasm. “John, not in me-”

That did it, and I managed to pull out of Nicole entirely. Her lips clung to me the entire way, not wanting to lose my cock, and I could see her cunt flexing as her orgasm rolled around inside her as she panted.

“Ungh,” I grunted, immediately starting to come. The first jet rocketed out as I was turning, part of it catching Nicole’s pale ass cheek, but I managed to redirect and released three more blasts across Tiff’s face as she hummed and laughed, her eyes closed.

“Mmm, nice load,” she said once I was done stroking my cock. I’d felt that orgasm from my heels, up through my clenching ass and all the way to my eyeballs, and now Tiff was covered in my come, but I still couldn’t help but look back at Nicole’s pussy as she reached back and slowly rubbed two fingers on her lips as if testing to see if I’d stretched her permanently.

“You know,” Tiff said, “I didn’t join this game to just become the resident cumdump.”

Then she leaned forward and took my dick into her mouth, cleaning it with her tongue, and my knees buckled as she sucked on the sensitive head and pulled a last little bit of cum out of me.

“Ah, nice,” Tiff exhaled, then she spotted the one streak of cum on Nicole’s ass, and she bent and licked it right off of her cheek.

“God damn,” I panted.

“Not God, just me,” Tiff laughed. She stood up and went to wipe her face off.

“Nicole, here,” I said, helping her to her feet.

“John, that was-” She blew out a long breath. “Damn.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, holding her lightly in my arms.

“I think you were right, things are going to change,” Nicole said. “We’re going to spend a lot less time playing video games together.”

“Does that mean you want… more?” I asked.

She snorted and nodded. “Yeah, dummy. Don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” I said. Then I picked her up, her legs still tangled up in her half-off jeans and thong, and carried her the two steps to her seat. I crashed onto it, holding her in my lap, and she sighed happily as we both recovered from our first fuck as… whatever we’d become.

“Alright, it’s my turn,” Tiff said, coming back from inside the house with a wet paper towel, still dabbing my cum from her forehead. Miranda had sat back down on the swing bench, and Tom had gone back to his chair as Sarah continued to fuck Matt with her ass.

Tiff accepted the bowl from Miranda and rolled her hand inside for a moment before coming out with a slip. “Matt,” she said and looked over at her sister. “That’s him right?”

“Yes,” Miranda nodded.

“Well, we’re at two out of three cocks going off so far, let’s make it three. Matt, I dare you to come in Sarah’s ass.”

Matt groaned, and even though she started grinding harder with her hips, Sarah looked over her shoulder at her sister. “Really?” she asked.

“Yeah, really, Miss ‘Go get a Facial,’” Tiff said. She stepped up to them and reached under Sarah, putting her hand on Matt’s nuts and massaging him. “Come on, Matty. Give Sarah a nice little cream filling.”

“Huuunnguh!” Matt moaned, and I looked away before I got locked into watching him come.

Miranda is where I ended up looking, and I saw she was looking back at me, and I immediately got a weird feeling in my chest. We had been flirting hard through the game, and I’d been crushing on her throughout our friendship. But now she was naked, over there, and I was over here in the chair cuddling with a mostly-naked Nicole.

And yet, Miranda didn’t look mad? She just met my eyes and smiled. Then she surreptitiously raised her phone and took a picture of me holding Nicole, and my phone pinged with a text. She’d sent it to me?

“There it is,” Tiff was crooning to Matt. “Nice job there, buddy. Now, keep the game moving, pick a name.”

It took Tiff a couple of tries, but Matt finally came out of his orgasm stupor and sat up, holding Sarah to him with an arm around her waist, and reached into the bowl.

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